I just felt the urge
THE DREADED URGE
to share some duck-shots. Vintage: today
AND I TOOK OODLES
I wasn’t the only one. Across the pond from me, in ambush, lurked a lurker. And he was armed, well prepared, bush-crafted and ready—
—when he pounced the gull was the only one to get airborne while the sitting ducks just sat it out, nothing new here.
SO AFTER SCORING NO
good ducks but one happy hyped hunter I turned my attention to swimmers, alone or in convoy. Thankfully the sun was out, happy human families were bouncing chucks of bread off duckbills and the feather-faces were happy; some even paddling under the bridge from the neighbouring pond—
—I got ’em coming, and I got ’em going—
—and even caught ’em idling in the shallows—
—and if you wonder the colours:
(a) it was a sunny blue-dome day, and
(b) the rhododendrons over the other side of the pond are huge and covered in flowers.
Ergo this effect upon the waters in which swimmeth thith fellow—
—and if you click on these snaps they should open up into bigger pictures for you. Good luck.
Oops … The Spouse has just told me in gentle terms that it’s time to hit the hay, so you are spared the rest of today’s crop … mostly tulips and an attractive building in the main street for which I’m trying to find the perfect match for the angle from which an artist painted its portrait.
And still working on ‘Dreamy’ (dammit).
If you look again at the top image … do you see what looks like unexplained ‘bits’ falling across the photographer in that shot? That is what I was actually trying to catch—the lady with her infant was throwing handfuls of bread pieces out for the ducks, and I was lucky to catch a full broadside in mid air—don’t know what it did for his photo, though.